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It was a hot summer night, and as usual a couple meets in the family garden. It's a stary sky and the moon's full, with all it's potency.

Behind a bush, a shadow emerges. A woman, dressed in white.

It was a light, semitransparent dress. A veil, that covers her body, concealing a white lace lingerie.

He, is coming down the stairs. Dressing nothing but a pair of jeans, he walks towards the patio with is upper body naked.

He sees her admiring the flowers, as she walks, as if distracted from everything else that surronds her. (a provocation attempt, he thinks).

But she had already seen him throught the leefs, with that confident walk, of someone who has a purpose. This excites her because she knows what he can do.

Both know that a passionate night of sexual excitment and euforia, awaits them...

They walk towards each other, looking for each others eyes as they come closer, and when they cross, they touch slightly, but they pretend not to know each other, like they are taking a stroll in the garden as if it was, just another day.

But now it's night time, and the intimacy between these two goes well beyond what you would expect from two strangers.

She distances herself, acting unconcerned she pretends to study a rose bush nearby. He waits by the fountain, watching.

She leans to smell a flower, and sudently a breeze flows in lifting her dress and revealing her thighs and buttcheaks. Together with her provoking outfit they make a perfect combination of excitment and sexual desire that culminates on that central point of oval form, so soft, so tender, so smooth.

He waits behind the water curtain always watching, pacient and controlled. Then her hand begins to move up her leg, starting on her ankle and moving slowly up to her inner thighs, where she stops for a few moments to touch her rose button, stimulating it in anticipation of the drone that will deflower it.

This was the sign he was waiting for, he aproaches her from behind, slowly. He careces her legs, then grabs her by the hips and leans against her. Their parts come together and its touch is long and tight. She reacts with shivers and a moan.

He rips the veil from her, dominant (anything that's in the way now is unnecessary), witch makes her smile with excitment. She grabs his head, as he kisses her neck while running his hands trough her abdomen. Reaching her breasts he squeezes them softly.

She closes her eyes and lets her self envelop by this feeling. She grinds against him, sensing the volume of his sword.

Sudently he bends her over, exposing her to his control. He then, careces her cheaks, squeezes and slaps them, she quivers. Seing her peach all nice and tidy beneath that garment, gives him this rush to

rip it so he can ravish it with his mouth. But instead he kneels down, grabs and spreads her legs, and pulls her against his mouth. He licks her, once, slowly and forcefully, upwards. She lets out another moan. The antecipation grows in her, as she feels the pressure of his tongue... warm, flavoring her in that position.

But he changes the venue as he turns her around, grabs her by the hips and lifts her to his lap. Both possessed by that haunted look of desire, kiss intensely. Their tongues figth and carece within their mouths, making the kisses deep and long. While this happens he takes her to a nearby bench and sits her on it.

He takes her hands and straps them above head on a roap, previously tied to a branch, while she kisses his abdomen and chest. Then he takes off his pants and goes to knee on top of her, aproaching his instrument to her face.

She now has a glimpse of the monster (thats going to tear her apart), hiding beneath his boxers. It makes her want to grab it, to have it in her mouth. But he wants to tease her, so he dances in front of her, from one side to the other, rubing it on her cheacks and running it trough her lips. "It smells so good", she thinks. And seing it all big like that, just for her, only increases her desire to have it.

She grabs it with her mouth, as she can, but he quickly recedes. She moans for being so powerless.

He now, sits on top of her. Rubs himself againts her, witch makes her twich, and says:"Shhh....sit still?". She blushes. As he kisses her neck and runns his tongue through her ear licking it out and inside. She gets chills as she feels his heavy and warm breath.

Her heart rate increases, he can hear her breathing and on her chest he can see the pulse of the tension that is acumulating.

He returns to her neck, kissing it on one side and then the other.

While the grinding continues, he runs his tongue slowly on the surface of her lips, witch makes her want to taste it.

He then grants her wish, and gives her a long and deep kiss, more wet this time. He forces her to open her mouth further, and while gently holding her head preventing her from escaping, he plunges his tongue into her mouth. She groans and frowns from some pain she might be feeling, but soon her expression turns into pleasure as he slows down, making the kiss more intense and thriling.

When their mouths detach, a wire of saliva still lingers from their lips.

He now turns his attention to her breasts, witch, due to her arms being tied up, are so perky and vulnerable.

He squeezes them right before releasing them from their cloth prison. Now he has them all to himself. As he looks upon them, an imediate urge to suck them erupts. Already he can see her hard nipples pointing at him. But instead, he feels them slowly, careces them intirely with his hands. Then he grabs one of them and slowly licks that, witch to a mountain is, its hard summit. Up and down he plays with it, teasing her, before … his lips around and sucking it.

And he likes it so much that he drooles, as he swalows her breast as much as he can, and at the same time presses his tongue against her nipple. Her groans and moans are loud and clear now, wich makes him even more confident and hard.

As he restrains himself, he notices the red on her cheaks, as if she was under some kind of phisical stress (wich, in fact, she is about to be).

He returns to those soft pillows, to lick and suck them evenly. After they're both well lubricated, he circles their tips and tightens them between his fingers right before squeezing them with his finger tips.

The expression on her face is of great … He gives her a finger to taste, in order to ease her suffering. But it soon returns, as his hand slowly makes its way to touch that juicy peach, wich he finds absolutly soaking wet beneath the white lace.

To be continued...